MTL - The Most Powerful BOSS In the Heavens-Chapter 78 See Li Qiushui
Chapter 78 see Li Qiushui
Dali! Langya Blessed Land!
Ning Que glanced at the torn futon on the ground, then looked at the jade statue in front of him carved from white jade that resembled his uncle Qiushui, silent.
"It seems that I'm still a step late. The Beiming Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu here have been taken away by that kid Duan Yu."
Ning Que said to himself, without staying any longer, he left this cave and rushed towards Xixia.
Three days later, Ning Que arrived in Xixia.
Late at night, Ning Que silently avoided all the guards in the palace, floated into a forbidden palace like a ghost, and then sneaked into a hall.
The lobby is full of murals, with a strong smell of makeup and powder, as well as dressing tables and other women's items. It looks like a certain woman's boudoir.
When Ning Que entered the room, a figure behind the screen suddenly gave a cold shout.
"who?"
Accompanied by a cold shout, a terrifying and solid palm force bypassed the screen, and hit Ning Que with a bang.
This palm strength contains traces of innate qi, if a super master is hit, he may not die or be disabled.
"Uncle Qiushui, I haven't seen you for so many years, so don't kill me as soon as we meet."
Ning Que chuckled, and his right arm instantly turned bloody, causing blood to bleed from the dragon's hand. Then, with a lightning strike, the attacking palm force was scattered, and the strong wind aroused blew the murals in the entire room into chaos, and also The screen was slightly tilted, revealing a beautiful figure.
The person behind the screen didn't make any more moves, but after being silent for a while, said: "Ding Chunqiu, what are you doing here?"
Ning Que went to a chair next to the tea table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, took a few sips, and then said:
"Nephew, I have encountered some troubles recently, but it needs your uncle's sound transmission and soul search method to solve it. I hope you, uncle, will pass on this martial art to me because of our old friendship.
Of course, Shishu, if you help me this time, I owe you a favor. In the future, if my uncle asks for something, I will try my best to help. "
"Hahaha, Ding Chunqiu, you actually want to plot my soul-searching method through sound transmission, do you think I will agree?"
A woman in white clothes, with beautiful eyebrows, slender and graceful figure, and a fairy-like woman came out from behind the screen.
This young woman is Li Qiushui, one of the three elders of Xiaoyao.
It stands to reason that Li Qiushui is already very old, and she is already old, but she does not look old at all. Instead, she looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with a hint of coquettishness in her eyebrows, which adds a bit of charm.
Especially, at this time, Li Qiushui had just come out of the bath for a long time, and his hair was not dry yet, so he amplified his own charm to the limit.
Li Qiushui looked at Ning Que in the hall with a sneer, wanting to see what kind of heart and leopard her nephew had, how dare she plot against her martial arts.
However, when she saw Ning Que's burly and handsome middle-aged appearance, she was shocked.
In these years, although she has no contact with Ding Chunqiu. But it doesn't mean that she doesn't understand Ding Chunqiu.
You know, she is the empress concubine of Xixia, and the entire Xixia Yipin Hall is obedient to her. It should not be too easy for her to collect information about Ding Chunqiu through Xixia Yipin Hall.
According to the information she got, Ding Chunqiu has already become an old man with silver hair and long beard.
That's exactly the case. When Ning Que told her about the old relationship just now, she felt very ridiculous and even a little angry.
Even though there was some affection back then, but now the other party has become an old man, and she is still young and beautiful, the other party will only make her feel sick if the other party says that to her.
She really wanted to kill her nephew just now.
But she never expected that since her nephew has returned to her youth, it seems that her charm has not diminished.
"Ding Chunqiu, how did you become like this?"
Li Qiushui asked in shock.
"Uncle, you and the uncle from the Vulture Palace can always maintain a youthful appearance... I am also a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. Is it strange that I can return to youth?"
Ning Que smiled slightly.
"Hmph, you still have the nerve to say that you are a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, and you don't know who suddenly attacked your master and knocked your master off the cliff."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Li Qiushui's face.
"Hehe, that's all in the past... Besides, didn't you also take action, Uncle Qiushui?"
Ning Que said calmly with his expression unchanged.
The smile on Li Qiushui's face gradually disappeared, but her attitude seemed not as stiff as before. She said lightly:
"It's not impossible to teach you the method of sound transmission and soul search, but I want to weigh your current strength to see if your favor is worth my sound transmission and soul search method."
After speaking, she had turned into a white shadow and flew out of the room.
"My strength will never let you down, Uncle Shi."
Ning Que smiled faintly, and followed suit.
Both of them are innate masters, and their speed is very fast. They fly across the Xixia Palace like ghosts. The guards and soldiers patrolling in the palace can't see the two of them at all.
Not long after, both of them left Xixia City and came to a wild suburb outside the city.
After arriving here, Li Qiushui didn't say a word, and directly struck at Ning Que. She flicked her sleeves like a fairy dancing, and her sleeves flicked towards Ning Que lightly like a flowing cloud.
Although the fluffy sleeves looked powerless, Ning Que didn't dare to underestimate Li Qiushui's move.
In the memory left by Ding Chunqiu to him, there is information about this kind of martial arts. Li Qiushui's move is called "Hand Sleeve Brushing Point".
It looks like it has no power, but in fact, the sleeves are densely covered with dark energy. When the opponent is attacked, his whole body will go numb, the blood will flow backwards, and he will fall to the ground immediately.
It can be said to be very insidious.
Ning Que's figure swayed slightly, like the wind blowing willow branches, and with a slight swing, he avoided Li Qiushui's sleeves.
Li Qiushui's sleeves danced again, and he danced around Ning Que with a graceful posture, long sleeves fluttering, and countless phantoms with long sleeves entangled towards Ning Que like overwhelming.
However, although Li Qiushui's attacks were intensive, Ning Que's speed was faster. He shuttled among the phantoms with long sleeves like a stroll in the courtyard, as if walking in a garden, reciting poems and composing right, indescribably leisurely, but always No phantom with long sleeves could hit him.
Li Qiushui's face gradually turned serious. When Ning Que broke her palm force in her room just now, she already guessed that Ning Que had advanced to the innate realm.
However, she is confident that even if her nephew is promoted to the innate realm, she will never be her opponent, so she does not know how many years it has been for her to advance to the innate realm.
However, after a fight with Ning Que, she was shocked to find that Ning Que's nephew's strength was no longer inferior to hers.
"How can this be?"
Li Qiushui was shocked, and used her other unique technique "Baihong Palm Technique", and slapped her jade hand lightly.
In an instant, a zigzagging palm force appeared behind Ning Que as if turning around, and struck down hard at Ning Que's back heart.
"Uncle, it's useless. I've already cracked your Baihong palm technique once, and it won't be difficult to continue cracking it."
Ning Que smiled faintly, and used the Blood Dragon Hand again, his hands turned blood red, his right hand struck out casually, a ferocious dragon roar resounded across the wilderness instantly, his right hand turned into a blood dragon flying around, destroying everything Like directly smashing the palm of Baihong who was bombarded from behind.
The berserk force blasted a ditch more than ten meters long on the grass, and a large piece of turf was blown up. The power of the Blood Dragon Hand was unbelievably overbearing.
"What kind of martial art is this?"
Li Qiushui finally stopped, and looked at Ning Que's blood red hands with a moved face. Few people in the whole world can compare with her in martial arts knowledge, but she has never seen such a domineering martial arts.
She also knows something about the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Gang, and knows that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is already a first-class domineering martial art, but it is still far compared to the martial arts that Ning Que is displaying now.
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